Spy-x-War Showdown

Yang Yi felt that he had been duped, and it bothered him immensely, greatly and intensely so.

"This isn’t good, we had an agreement. I help you get the gold, and you take care of that matter in the United Kingdom for us. Are you going to break the agreement now?"

Terry said very seriously, "Yes, that was our agreement, and we will indeed honor our commitment. But have we ever discussed the matter of fees? I said I would help you resolve your problem, but did I ever say I would do it for free?"

Through gritted teeth, Yang Yi said, "Are you playing word games?"

Terry shook his head and smiled, "No, we never play word games. I just thought you were fully aware of how cleaners operate. Well, let me explain again, cleaners never do anything for free. And for the majority of our clients, money is never the issue; the real question is whether they are qualified to spend that money. You must understand that the status of a ’C-level’ client is far more precious than the money you’re required to pay."

Yang Yi just felt very frustrated, but what could he do? Fall out with Terry? Don’t be ridiculous—that was impossible.

"Fine, I’ll ask—you mentioned solving our problems, how much money are we talking about?"

Terry’s response was grave, "You were caught by MI5, and then you claimed to be a CIA agent. Then MI5 decided to develop you as a double agent, correct?"

"That’s right, that’s the situation."

Terry nodded and continued, "We can resolve this issue; we are, in fact, prepared to do so. You only need to pay one hundred million US dollars to solve this problem."

Almost spitting blood, Yang Yi glared at Terry and said, "Repeat that, how much?"